Think back on your most memorable road trip.
Living as transient a life as I have, I can’t pick just one.
Fall 1991: the cross country meander from Chicago to Tamarac, Florida with my mother.
Thanksgiving weekend 1996: the move back to Illinois with my two brothers, mother, and stepfather in the back of a massive van.
Spring break 2009: the road trip to New Orleans. Where I got a cabbage lobbed at my head at the Saint Patrick’s Day parade and a graveyard ate my flip flop.
Summer 2014: moving to Texas with my cat Spock.
May 2016: moving back to Florida with my cat Spock to Orange City.
June 2019: the Tampa to Tallahassee road trip with my now ex-wife and my still best friend J to a candy store I still follow online.
July 2022: the eventful trip from Tampa to Chicago with my brother Aaron and cat Spock, who still hates road trips. A fun time. Exploding tire and all.
More recently, the road trip in June 2023, the weekend my mother passed away, to Ohio to see J and their husband Charles.
So many memories.
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